Ариша Галич - Short Erotic Stories. With Exercises

Night was falling quickly ; and but for the lamps along the alleys, the park would have dived into the darkness very soon. There was no moon, no stars in the sky: everything was shrouded in clouds and the incessant rain was as the confirmation of it . Alyona enjoyed walking at this late hour, though she was afraid of her breast to catch cold. So, she wrapped several sweaters and jackets around her , and she seemed very clumsy , and, in fact, so it was. Her tummy was growing like mad ; Alyona was five months pregnant , and friends jokingly called her country woman Nyura. Although, unlike country woman Nyura, Alyona was wearing a short skirt, and you could see her shapely legs clad in elegant stockings Girardi. There was also an elegant ladies’ handbag by Michael Kors on her shoulder, which had been given to her by her mother-in-law for some absurd reason .

But what Alyona did like best of all – were black tall boots with high heels . She didn’t remember the brand, but she knew for sure , that not every pregnant woman could allow such wantonness like these tall boots. They were as if created for princesses: the most delicate suede , the airy tread , Italian design, which knew the sense in female charm, – everything was in these black tall boots. You could hear a joyfully pitter-patter of these high heels on the pavement , and the owner of these tall boots thought of herself as someone, who was a bird, which had flown away from a stifling golden cage. The woman doctor from maternity welfare clinic was surprised all the time, that Alyona’s ankles weren’t swollen , and she examined them with suspicion and envy every time. That used to make Alyona blush and worry .

That night there was an elegant, varicoloured umbrella with a long handle in Alyona’s hand, which she was holding above herself, protecting her beautiful golden hair from the grey sky. Alyona had a pleasant smell of French perfume and sweet caramel, pieces of which she was sucking, smacking her lips quietly. She was walking along the alley without any hurry, and the night fog, creeping from the ponds and the forest, was shrouding her in a magic haze . She was almost merging with drizzling rain and seemed to be merely a shadow .

That night she definitively decided to find an adventure. It was deserted as before. And Alyona was already cursing football, not least because of all normal man’s men were staying at home, and she, so beautiful and noticeable woman , was alone and bored. That was the reason, why her heels went pitter-patter so aloud on the pavement in the hope of drawing attention of a passing pedestrian . She wanted to start smoking and even to be drunk, although she hadn’t smoked and been drunk before. But the park was so deserted, that she was becoming frightened of attacking dogs. At that moment, as ill luck would have it , a pack of dogs ran past along the forest, like a shadow. And Alyona already decided to return home. Before that, she made a slow circle around the glade and stopped at the dormant till spring fountain. There she even wanted to burst into tears, leaning on the metal railing , but she failed, and, so, she just tried to see her reflection in the dim glow of the lantern.

In that very moment she felt somebody approach her from behind. He did it almost silently and even furtively . Alyona wanted to turn around, but this someone grabbed her belly skillfully from behind , like an old friend, not allowing her to recognize him. Strong man’s hands clasped her around and squeezed , like two pythons; something flashed in the darkness, and the woman thought, that it was a knife, but it was a wedding ring on his ring finger.

Alyona was not timid if she could afford to walk around the park so late under such circumstances. Most likely , she cried out in reaction . The hand of the stranger went under her skirt, rudely squeezing thighs and making his way in the panties unceremoniously . The umbrella in Alyona’s hand gave a shake , but she didn’t drop it. From the outside they seemed to be like two lovers, who stood dreaming near the lamppost . Running a hand under her skirt, he was hugging her from behind and jiggling her a little, like a tumbler toy in a hypnotic dance. It looked funny to Alyona : several sweaters, a jacket, a big belly … She quickened breathing , having felt the mounting excitement. She wanted more than only fingers, and she whispered into the darkness of the fountain:

“Fuck me.”

And these two indecent words , which were addressing to the stranger and having fallen from her almost virgin lips , inflamed her imagination more ; and she suddenly felt a strong wave and gave a scream, unable to control herself.

“There are condoms in the handbag,” she whispered and wanted to turn around.

The stranger pulled his hand loose . His hot, wet fingers closed woman’s eyes, and she involuntarily felt the smell of her own excited flesh . Alyona always liked initiative, she tried to remember, when her husband showed the initiative, but she couldn’t, maybe it was before the wedding. But right now she was being swung like a doll, and she didn’t resist , when the strong masculine hands turned her around to him and lowered her almost to her knees . She kept holding the umbrella, which edges bumped into the stranger’s chest and hid the visibility from above.

Before, she had always believed the blowjob to be a humiliation for a woman, but that situation aroused her so much, that she unwittingly opened her mouth, when the stranger undid his pants . But what she wanted to take turned out to be too much for her fantasy, and this big thing only touched her cheek, eyes, forehead , and it wasn’t given to her. There was some kind of a game between this thing and Alyona for two or three seconds. The woman tried to catch it with her lips, when it was close, but she didn’t succeed . She was being played like a stupid donkey with a carrot. And she even wanted to boil over , make a scandal, speak out about what was happening, how he could make fun of her like this. And at that very moment when she wanted to do it, that thing entered her mouth, which had opened with indignation, and pressed against her throat. She tried to move back reflexively, but the man didn’t let her do it, and, on the contrary , he pressed her head against his groin even more, and at that moment Alyona felt a hot flow erupting in her throat. She began to cough, choking , because she didn’t want to swallow it, and the man, taking advantage of her confusion, stepped back into the darkness.